Interesting to note that Neil Labute plans to score the upcoming film version of The Shape of Things entirely with Elvis Costello songs. █████ and I saw The Shape of Things on stage last year—first row, right where we could see up Rachel Weisz's skirt—and the house music was all Smashing Pumpkins. The playbill warned patrons that the house music would be VERY LOUD. It was.

I love Neil Labute because he's such a bad Mormon, pretending to be good. █████ admires his work but dislikes it, remarking that she wants to send him a bill for having served so often as his therapist.

Two or three years ago, we saw Labute's Bash: Latter-day Plays off Broadway, with Calista Flockhart. That was one fucking intense night of theater. Each of the three one-acts involved one or more Mormon characters who end up performing some of the most heinous acts imaginable. There were moments in all three plays when I laughed at some hilarious, biting Mormon reference—and was the only one in the audience who did.